Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friendsHabberton, John
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Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friends
Habberton, John
Girls -- Fiction
"Would you mind my remaining with you while you select those dolls? I
used to have to buy such things, when my sisters were younger, and it
would give me great pleasure to recall the sensation."
Kate could not refuse a request made in such terms, so the couple were
soon having much amusement in discussing the utterly inhuman features
which manufacturers succeed in imposing upon dolls. The selection
consumed much time; meanwhile there came into the shop an officer's
wife, newly arrived at the fort, who asked Jermyn if he might be going
to the navy-yard, across the river, for she had come from an interior
town where naval vessels never had been seen, and she did long to look
at some, if only for a moment or two, and Jermyn said he would be
delighted to escort her to and through the yard, where he knew every
one, and he asked Kate whether she would not accompany them?
Kate did not say "No"; she was by that time in a frame of mind which
would have made her equal to tramping through mud for the sake of
having Jermyn beside her. While at the yard, she noted with delight
the heartiness with which all the naval officers greeted Jermyn. Trif
had whispered to her, only a few hours before, that she herself had
once been almost in love with Jermyn, and that she still believed no
other bachelor alive was his equal, but Kate had been a woman long
enough to attach more importance to men's opinions of men than to
women's. Luncheon was served for the party on one of the war vessels,
and each lady was toasted, and Kate noted that when her own name was
given, Jermyn drained his glass with a look at her which made her feel
uncomfortable yet happy.
The party returned to Old Point by a boat which did not reach the pier
until after dark, and as the officer's wife had never before been in
Norfolk alone her husband was at the pier, in much anxiety, to look for
her, and escort her home, and the pier was so covered with freight that
Jermyn thought it his duty to insist that Kate should take his arm,
which he held very closely to his side without any remonstrance from
the owner, and then he insisted upon finding her brother or Trif before
he left her.
"'Tis all right," whispered Trif to Fenie, as she saw them approaching.
"About the dolls?" asked Trixy, anxiously. "Do you think them's in the
bundle that he's carryin'?"
"No, you silly child!" said Fenie. "Your mother means----"
Fenie received a warning pinch, but it was too late, for the child
exclaimed: "Oh, I know!" and made a sudden dash in the direction of
the approaching couple. Trif snatched at Trixy's dress; there was a
ripping, tearing sound, and away went the child, while behind her
floated something like a train.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" she exclaimed, stopping before Jermyn and Kate so
suddenly as to separate them.
"Yes," said Kate. "Here are the dolls, dear."
"I'm awful glad to get 'em; my, what a big bundle! But that wasn't what
I meant."
"What else?" asked Kate, in entire innocence.
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